Your notes are few,
But sweet your song
As honey-dew;
And all day long,
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THEY cannot wholly pass away,
How far soe’er above;
Nor we, the lingerers, wholly stay
Apart from those we love:
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The winds from many a cloudy mane
Shake off the sweat of gathering rain
And whicker with delight;
No slope of pasture-lands they need,
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As you're a yellow little fellow,
I hope you do not mean
To come too near; for blending, dear,
Would turn our feathers green.
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He rose, and singing passed from sight:-
A shadow kindling with the sun,
His joy ecstatic flamed, till light
And heavenly song were one.
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EACH wave that breaks upon the strand,
How swift soe’er to spurn the sand
And seek again the sea,
Christ-like, within its lifted hand
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'Tis Christmas night! the snow,
A flock unnumbered lies:
The old Judean stars aglow,
Keep watch within the skies.
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Here underneath the sod,
Where night till now hath been,
With every lifted clod
I let the sunshine in.
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When roars the wind and beats the rain,
A face before my window-pane-
A phantom of the storm-I see,
My own benighted effigy.
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One through Mother Mary, we
With Thy warm humanity;
And through Thee, her only Son,
With our heavenly Father one;
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